Ineptitude Lies

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Caustic and confused.

Berated and bruised.

She spends her days alone,

Swimming through a sea of abuse.

Shimmering throughout,

Grating in the valleys.

She wanders in a thickness,

Of desperate curiosity.

Her golden locks,

Weaving a story of destitution.

She stands alone in a jungle,

Of misinterpreted dreams.

Is all for naught?

The rhetorical unknown.

She continues in the night,

Crushed by the weight.

The weight of her burden,

Burden of her truth.

Of exclusive impropriety

And lies.

Ineptitude Lies


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